We middle-aged cousins never knew the real Aunt Emma, perh
aps. By the time we were growing up, she was Aunt Tex, the bewigged, harried, hard-working wife of a difficult man (Uncle Gus), delivering carloads of goodies to family reunions and living rather mysteriously in her house at 442 Snelling Av. S. in St. Paul, a home that was so overcrowded with goods that few visited until after she died.
Aunt Alverna alw
ays said, "Emma was the smartest of us all, and a great beauty, too." These photos we found in Anna's old scrapbooks prove the latter. We bet Vermeer, Da Vinci and Rodin would have loved to paint or sculpt her, with her perfect, serene profile and luminous eyes.
Here's to Emma, then. She had no children, but perhaps there's a little of her in all of us, both the quirkiness (for sure!) and the beauty (if we're lucky).
We middle-aged cousins never knew the real Aunt Emma, perh
aps. By the time we were growing up, she was Aunt Tex, the bewigged, harried, hard-working wife of a difficult man (Uncle Gus), delivering carloads of goodies to family reunions and living rather mysteriously in her house at 442 Snelling Av. S. in St. Paul, a home that was so overcrowded with goods that few visited until after she died.
Aunt Alverna alw
ays said, "Emma was the smartest of us all, and a great beauty, too." These photos we found in Anna's old scrapbooks prove the latter. We bet Vermeer, Da Vinci and Rodin would have loved to paint or sculpt her, with her perfect, serene profile and luminous eyes.
Here's to Emma, then. She had no children, but perhaps there's a little of her in all of us, both the quirkiness (for sure!) and the beauty (if we're lucky).
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